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Wrtwter  Famfly  Library  of  Vetennary  Medictne 

Cummings  Sdiocl  of  Veterinary  Medicine  at 

Tufis  University 

200  Westboro  Road 

North  Grafton.  MA  01538 


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New  York 


GP  Putnam's  Sons 


London 


PREFACE. 

"Think,"  said  Thackeray,  "what  a  number  of  Punch  woukl  be  without  a  drawing  by 
Leech  in  it!"  In  these  words,  the  great  writer  has  voiced  the  regard  in  which  all  English- 
speaking  people  have  held  the  man  who,  for  nearly  a  quarter  of  a  century,  was  the  leading 
spirit  of  Punch.  The  versatility  of  his  genius  was  remarkable,  as  revealed  in  the  unerring 
accuracy  with  which  he  depicted  the  humour  and  tragedy  of  life  in  the  streets  of  a  great 
city,  in  his  unrivalled  scenes  of  incidents  in  the  pastimes  of  a  sport-loving  people,  in  his 
sparkling  caricatures  of  English  home-life,  and  in  the  power  of  his  political  cartoons. 

John  Leech  won  the  hearts  of  his  countrymen  not  alone  by  the  high  artistic  merit  of  his 
work  and  the  exquisite  wit  and  humour  of  his  drawings,  but  by  the  fairness  and  sympathetic 
spirit  which  he  manifested  in  all  his  productions.  His  drawings,  like  the  great  weekly 
which  he  so  largely  helped  to  make  famous,  were  suitable  alike  for  the  nursery  or  the  club. 
Lord  Russell,  after  the  appearance  of  the  famous  "  No  Popery"  cartoon,  in  which  he  was 
brilliantly  caricatured,  remarked,  "  It  was  a  fair  hit."  The  same  might  be  said  of  all  the 
artist's  caricature  work.  Add  to  this  element  of  fairness  an  eye  keen  to  see  the  dominant 
human  interest  in  every -day  scenes,  and  an  intellect  ever  ready  to  grasp  the  very  kernel  of 
wit  in  the  speech  and  manners  of  all  about  him,  and  we  have  the  chief  contributing  factors 
to  his  popularity. 

The  one  flaw  in  the  artistic  make-up  of  Leech,  his  impatience  of  technical  detail,  had  it 
been  overcome,  would  have  lost  to  the  world  the  thousands  of  sketches  which  still  delight 
those  acquainted  with  them  liardly  less  than  when  first  published.  Amid  all  his  inter- 
mittent attempts  to  do  serious  work  in  oil,  his  constant  cry  was,  "  When  you  can  see  what 
a  man  intends  to  convey  in  his  picture,  you  have  got  all  he  wants,  and  all  you  ought  to 
wish  for ;    all  elaboration  of  an  idea  after  the  idea  is  comprehensible  is  so  much  waste  of 


time."  Faithfully  as  the  artist  adhered  to  this  principle,  it  is  none  the  less  true  that  even 
without  elaboration  his  drawing  is  vividly  realistic  in  its  expression.  Every  posture  is 
correct,  his  characters  are  living  every-day  people,  and  in  his  sporting  sketches,  which  are 
largely  represented  in  this  collection,  this  quality  is  pre-eminent.  No  man  in  England 
knew  the  land  of  sports  better  than  he.  Henry  James  remarks  of  this  side  of  his  work: 
"  He  ga^•e  in  a  few  strokes  the  look  of  the  hunting-field  in  winter — the  dark,  damp  slopes,  the 
black,  dense  hedges,  the  low,  thick  sky.  Leech  depicted,  with  infinite  vividness,  the  acci- 
dents of  the  chase  and  the  fishing-season;  and  his  treatment  of  the  horse,  in  especial,  con- 
tributed greatly  to  his  popularity.  He  understood  the  animal, — and  drew  him  as  if  he 
knew  how  to  ride  as  well  as  to  draw." 


'  There  is  far  more  fun,  more  good  drawing,  more  good  sense,  more  beauty, 
in  John  Leech's  Punch  pictures  than  in  all  the  Art  Union  illustrations,  engrav- 
ings, statuettes,  etc.,  etc.,  put  together." — Dr.  John  Brown  in  his  "  Notes  on 
Art." 

"  The  truth,  the  strength,  the  free  vigour,  the  kind  humour,  the  John  Bull 
pluck  and  spirit  of  that  hand  are  approached  by  no  competitor.  With  what  dex- 
terity he  draws  a  horse,  a  woman,  a  child.  .  .  .  You  see  youth,  strength, 
enjoyment,  manliness  in  these  drawings." — W.  M.  Thackeray. 

"  His  work  contains  the  finest  definition  and  natural  history  of  the  classes 
of  our  society,  the  kindest  and  subtlest  analysis  of  its  foibles,  the  tenderest  flat- 
tery of  its  pretty  and  well-bred  ways,  with  which  the  modesty  of  subservient 
genius  ever  immortalised  or  amused  careless  masters." — John  Ruskin. 


NO  CONSEQUENCE. 

"  I  say,  Jack,  who's  that  come  to  grief  in  the  ditch?  " 

"  Only  the  Parson!  " 

"  Oh,  leave  him  there.     He  won't  be  wanted  until  next  Sunday!  " 


SOMETHING  LIKE  A  HOLIDAY. 


Pastrycook\     "  What  have  you  had,  Sir?  " 
Boy.     "  I've    had    two   jeUies,    seven    of    them,    and 
eleven  of  them,  and  six  of  those,  and  four  bath  buns,  a 
sausage  roll,  ten  almond  cakes — and  a  bottle   of  ginger 
beer." 


A     y^  .-' 


PROPRIETY. 

Persons  represented.    Sarah-Jane.    Matilda. 

Scene — Camhlin  Tmi'n. 

Sarah- Jane.  "  Oh!  you  'orrid  dreadful 
story!     I  didn't." 

Matilda.  "  You  did  now,  for  I  see  him. 
I  see  him  kiss  yer.  And  here  have  I  bin 
engaged  to  Tommy  Price  for  years  and 
never  so  much  as  walked  arm-in-arm  with 
him!  " 


AN  AFFAIR  OF  IMPORTANCE. 

Harriet.  "Oh!  I'm  so  glad  you  are  come,  Blanche!  I've 
been  so  perplexed  I  could  scarcely  sleep  all  night." 

Blanche.     "Well!     What  is  it,  dear?  " 

Harriet.  "  Why,  I  don't  know  whether  to  have  my  new 
merino  frock  violet  or  dark  blue!  " 


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LOVE  ON  THE  OCEAN. 


"  '  Oh!  is  there  not  something,  dear  Augustus, 
truly  sublime  in  this  warring  of  the  elements?  '  But 
Augustus's  heart  was  too  full  to  speak." — A/5. 
Novel  by  Lady  *  *  *. 


A  PHILOSOPHER. 


Harriet.  "  St,  st,  st,  dear  me,  now,  I've  broken  my  comb, 
and  all  my  back  hair's  come  down.  What  with  brushing,  and 
dressing,  and  curling,  and  one  thing  and  the  other,  what  a 
plague  one's  hair  is  to  be  sure!  " 

'Wtujic;  FclloiLi.  "Well,  Harriet,  we  are  all  bothered  with 
something.  Look  at  us  men ;  we  have  to  shave  every  morning, 
summer  and  winter!  " 

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VERY  FINE  FRUIT. 


h'cu'spapcr-boy  {reads).     "  A  gentleman  in  the  n-e-i-g-h— 

neighbourhood    of    ,    has    at    the    present    time    several 

e-normous  gooseberries  in  his  garden,  which  measure  ten 
inches  in  c-i-r-cir  c-u-m-cum  f-e-r-fer  e-n-c-e-ence 
circumference,  and  are  of  the  a-s-as  aston  astonishing  weight 
of  three  hounces  heach." 

His  Friend.     "  Oh,  what  whoppers!  wouldn't  I  like  a  pint." 


The  Richest  Commoner's  First  Jump. — From  "Ask  Mamma". 


A  LONDON  GENT  ABROAD. 

Scene — A  cafe  in  Paris. 

London  Gent.     "  Garjong!    tas  de  corfee!  " 
Gordon.     "  Bien,  M'sieu' — vould  you  like  to  see 

zee  Times!" 

Loudon  Gent.     "  Hang  the  feller!    now,  I  wonder 

how  the  doose  he  found  out  I  was  an  Englishman!  " 


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"  Oh,  Sir.     No,  Sir.     Please,  Sir,  it  ain't  me,  Sir!     It's  the 
other  boys.  Sir!  " 


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Smith.     "  Well,  Brown!     This  is  better  than  being  stewed 
up  in  a  railway!     Eh?  " 

Brown  (faintly).     "  Oh — im-measurably  su-perioi." 


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PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING 

Dealer.  "  I  should  say  it  was  just  the  hoss  you  want,  Sir;  only  you  must  decide  at  once,  because 
there's  several  parties  very  sweet  upon  him.  He's  a  gentleman's  hoss,  Sir,  and  carries  his  own  head, 
Sir!  " 

Mr.  Briggs.      "  Bless  my  heart!  "     {Buys  him.) 


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PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING.— MR.  BRIGGS  TRIES  HIS  HORSE. 
Striking  effect  on  meeting  one  of  those  nasty  omnibusses. 


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PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING. 


Mr.  Briggs  (at  an  alarming  sacrifice)  gets  rid  of  horse  No.  I.,  and  goes  out  for  a  ride  in  the  country 
upon  No.  II. 

Carman.  "  Fell  down,  has  he,  Sir?  Ah,  he  looks  as  if  he  could  be  werry  clever  at  that. — Werry 
orkerd  thing,  Sir,  for  a  'oss  to  fall  down.  Sir.  'Osses  costes  a  good  bit  o'  money — leastways,  gentlemen's 
'osses  does.— Now,  jist  look  at  my  little  'oss,  Sir,  and  he's  a  poor  man's  'oss,  he  is.  He  don't  go 
fallin'  about."     {Exit.) 

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PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING. 

Mr.  Briggs,  determined  to  have  no  more  inferior  horses,  gives  a  good  round  sum  for  "  a  clever  cob— up  to  great  weight— 

and  that  a  child  might  ride."     He  has  some  friends  (who  really  know  what  a  horse  isl  to  dine  with  him,  whose  opinions  he 

wishes  to  have. 

First  Friend.     "  Ah— very  nice— very   nice — but  not   my  sort— been  knocked  about  a  good  deal, 

I  should  say — driven  in  a  butcher's  cart,  perhaps,  and  sold  because  he  wasn't  fast  enough." 

Sctond  Ditto.     "  He  hasn't  been  down,  Briggs,  has  he?     Is  that  a  scratch,  or  is  it  only  the  Ught  ?  " 

Third  Ditto.     "  Does  he  shy  at  all  ?     His  eyes  don't  look  quite  the  thing." 

Fourth  Ditto.     "  I  tell  you  what,  Briggs,  you  must  have  him  looked  after  a  httle  better,  or  he'll  very 

soon  have  a  cracked  heel." 

Fijth  Ditto.     "  That  hock  seems  rather  queer,"  &c.,  &c.,  &c. 

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PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING. 

Mr.  Briggs's  present  horse  doesn't  quite  suit  him,  for,  somehow,  whenever  he  jumps,  Mr.  B.  is  sure 
to  fall  off.  He  takes  him  to  an  eminent  dealer,  and  remarks  confidently  that  he  is  for  sale,  upon 
which  the  dealer  says :  "  How  much  a  pound  if  he  buys  the  whole  of  him?  " 


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THE  PLEASURES  OF  HORSEKEEPING. 

By  the  time  Mr.  Briggs's  horse  (which  suits  him  exactly)  has  recovered  from  his  cold,  a  long 
frost  sets  in. 

Groom.  "  That's  just  what  I  say,  Sir;  it  is  aggeravatin'  to  see  a  nice  'oss  like  that.  Sir,  a  doin' 
nothin'  but  eatin'  his  'ed  off." 


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PLEASURES  OF  HORSE  KEEPING. 

The  frost  goes,  and  Mr.  Briggs's  horse  is  disagreeably  fresh  after  his  long  rest.     He 
sets  up  his  back  and  squeaks  and  plunges  at  everything  he  meets. 


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Master  Jackey,  having  seen  a  "  Professor  "  of  posturing,  has  a  private  performance  of  his  own  in  the  nursery. 


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Imperial  John's  attempt  to  show  the  way. — From  -'Ask  Mamma.' 


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THE  ATTENTIVE  HUSBAND  IN  HOT  WEATHER. 


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HOOKING  AND  EYEING. 

Angelina  {the  Wife  of  his  Bussum).  "  Well, 
Edwin,  if  you  can't  make  the  '  things,'  as  you  call 
them,  meet,  you  need  not  swear  so.  It's  really 
quite  dreadful." 


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m  FOR  IT. 
"  Hallo,  Sir!  are  you  aware  you're  trespassing  there?  " 


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BLESS  THE  BOY! 

Old  Ladv.  "  Now,  Arthur,  which  will  you  have?  Some  of  this 
nice  pudding,  or  some  jam  tart?  " 

Juvenile.  "  No  pastry,  thank-ye.  Aunt.  It  spoils  one's  wine  so. 
I  don't  mind  a  devilled  biscuit,  tho',  by  and  by,    with  my  claret." 

{Old  Ladv  turns  all  manner  oj  colours.) 


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SYMPTOMS  OF  WET  WEATHER. 

Tom.     "  Hollo,  Sam,  what  the  juice  are  you 
carrying  of  ?  " 

Sam.     "  '  Clarissa  Arlo,'  for  Missis." 


CONFOUND  THE  SHOPS! 


Mrs. .     "  Oh!  do  look  here,  dear!  how  extremely 

pretty  the  autumn  fashions  are,  to  be  sure.  What  a 
perfectly  lovely  little  cloak!  " 

Mr. {rapidly     changing     the     subject).     "Yes. 

Yes!  beautiful!  beautiful!  but  see,  love,  what  a  magnifi- 
cent brown  horse,  and  how  splendidly  that  fellow 
sits  him!" 


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PREMONITORY  SYMPTOMS  OF  MR.  BRIGGS'S  HUNTING  FEVER. 

Maid.     "  If  you  please,  Ma'am,  there's  a  youth  in  the  passage  as  wants  to  know  if  these  top  boots 
is  all  right." 


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PREPARATIONS  FOR  HUNTING. 

Mr.  Briggs's  hunting  cap  comes  home,  but  that  is  really  a  thing  Mrs.  Briggs  can  not,  and  wiU  not 
put  up  with. 


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Mr.  Briggs,  on  his  way  to  the  "  Metropolitan  Steeple  Chase,"  tries  whether  his  horse  is  a  good 
across  country.     He  is  represented  riding  at  a  brook  (!). 


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Mr.  Briggs  goes  out  for  a  day's  hunting,  and  has  a  glorious  run  over  a  splendid  country. 


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Mr.  Briggs,  not  being  good  at  his  "  fences,"  goes  through  the  performance  of  opening  a  gate. 


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MR.  BRIGGS  HAS  ANOTHER  DAY  WITH  THE  HOUNDS. 


Mr.  Briggs  can't  bear  flying  leaps,  so  he  makes  for  a  gap — which  is  immediately 
filled  by  a  frantic  protectionist,  who  is  vowing  that  he  will  pitchfork  Mr.  B.  if  he  comes 
"  galloperraveruig  "  over  his  fences — dang'd  if  he  doan't. 


Mr.  Briggs,  stimulated  by  the  accounts  in  the  newspapers  of  the  daring  feat  of 

horsemanship  at  Aylesbury,  and  excited  by  Mr.  Haycock's  claret,  tries 

whether  he  also  can  ride  over  a  dining-room  table. 


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Mr.  Briggs  has  gone  to  the  exhibition. — A  boy  holds  his  horse  in  the  meantime. 


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Mr.  Briggs  puts  his  horse  in  harness,  and  drives  a  few  friends  quietly  down  to  the  Derby. 


35 


On  his  return  from  the  races,  he  assures  his  man  that  he's  a  most  "  ekshellent  servant  " — ^that 
the  mare  never  carried  him  better.  He  also  tells  him  to  make  the  mare  quite  "  comf-able,"  and  to  be 
"  very  caref-1  of  hish  candle,"  because  there's  so  much  straw  about! 


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The  great  Match  between  Mr.  FUntoff  and  Jack  Rogers. — From  "Ask  Mamma.' 


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A  FINE  DISPOSITION. 
Affectionate  Husband.     "  Come,  Polly,  if  1  am  a.  little  irritable,  it's  over  in  a  minute!!  " 


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A  LITTLE  BIT  OF  HUMBUG. 

Shoemaker.     "  I  think,  mum,  we  had  better  make  a  pair.     You  see,  mum, 
yours  is  such  a  remarkable  long  and  narrer  foot !  " 


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Ml.!     '^• 


THE  LOST  ONE. 

Boy.     "  If  you  please,  M',  was  you  a  looking  for  a  little  dog?  " 

Young,  Ladies.      "Yes!     Oh,  yes!" 

Boy.     "  Was  it  a  spannel,  Mum?  " 

Young  Ladies.  "  Oh,  yes!  a  most  beautiful  little  spaniel,  with  very 
long  ears." 

Boy.  "Ah,  then.  Mum,  it's  the  same  as  flew  at  master's  big  dog 
here,  wot's  bin  and  swallered  of  it." 

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■  w'J>.''-T 


^T-^if^^-„ 


Old  Wotherspoon's  Hare! — From  "  Ask  Mamma." 


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THE  NEW  GROOM. 

Gentleman.     "  Do  you  mean  to  say  that  you  understand  the  care  of  horses?  " 
Boy.     "  Well,  Sir,  I  had  ought  to — for  I've  been  amongst  'em  all  my  life." 


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ALARMING. 

The  old  lady  is  supposed  (after  a  great  effort)  to 
have  made  up  her  mind  to  travel,  just  for  once,  by 
one  "  of  those  new  fangled  railways,"  and  the  first 
thing  she  beholds  on  arriving  at  the  station,  is  the 
above  most  alarming  placard. 


WE  ALL  HAVE  OUR  TROUBLES. 

Sister  Mary.  "  Why,  Charley,  dear  boy,  what's  the 
matter?     You  seem  quite  miserable!  " 

Charley.  "  Ah!  ain't  1  just!  Here's  ma'  says  I  must 
wear  turn-down  collars  till  Christmas,  and  there's 
young  Sidney  Bowler  (who's  not  half  so  tall  as  I  am) 
has  had  stick-ups  and  white  chokers  for  ever  so  long!  " 


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Mr. 


VERY  ACUTE. 

"  So  your  name  is  Charley,  is  it  ?     Now,  Charley  doesn't  know 


who  I  am? 

Sharp  Little  Boy.     "  Oh,  yes!     But  I  do,  though." 

Mr.  .      "  Well,  who  am  I  ?  " 

Sharp  Little  Boy.     "  Why,  you're  the  gentleman  who  kissed  sister  Sophy  in  the 
library,  on  Twelfth  Night,  when  you  thought  no  one  was  there." 


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WHAT  THEY  SAID  TO  THEMSELVES. 

Honourable  Mr.  Fiddle.     "  I  wish  that  conceited  ass,  Faddle,  would  go!  " 

Captain  Faddle.     "  That  stupid  idiot,  Fiddle,  never  knows  whsn  he's  in  the  way!  " 

Rich  Widow.     "  I  shall  be  uncommonly  glad  when  both  of  these  simpletons  take  their  departure." 


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DELICACY  OF  THE  SEASON. 

Testy  Old  Uncle  {unable  to  control  his  passion).  "Really,  Sir,  this  is 
quite  intolerable!  You  must  intend  to  insult  me.  For  the  last  fourteen  days, 
wherever  I  have  dined,  I  have  had  nothing  but  saddle  of  mutton  and  boiled 
turkey — boiled   turkey   and   saddle   of   mutton.     I'll   endure   it   no   longer." 

{Exit  Old  Gent.,  who  alters  his  Will.) 

MORAL. 
How  ridiculous  a  man  appears — particularly  a  man  at  a  grave  period  of 
life — who  is  over  anxious  about  his  eating  and  drinking. 


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Simon  Heavy-side  and  his  Hounds. — From  "  Mr.  Facey  Romford's  Hounds. 


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SOUND  ADVICE 

Master  Tom.     "  Have  a  weed,  Grand'pa?  " 

Gran'pa.     "A  what!  Sir?" 

Master  Tom.     "  A  weed! — A  cigar,  you  know." 

Gran'pa.  "  Certainly  not,  Sir.  I  never  smoked  in 
my  life." 

Master  Tom.  "  Ah!  then  I  wouldn't  advise  you  to 
begin." 


DID  YOU  EVER? 

Old  Gentleman  (politely).  "  Oh,  conductor!  I  shall  feel 
greatly  obliged  to  you  if  you  would  proceed,  for  I  have  an 
appointment  in  the  Strand,  and  I  am  afraid  I  shall  be  too  late." 

Coitditetor  (slainntini^  the  door).  "  Go  on,  Jim!  here's  an 
old  cove  a  cussin'  and  a  swearing  like  any  think!  !  !  " 


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THE  RULING  PASSION. 

'  Now,  tell  me,  dear,  is  there  anything  new  in  the 
fashions?  " 


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TAKING  CHANGE 


Conductor.     "  All  right,  Jim.     Push  along,  I've  served  the  old  gal  out  this  time." 
Old  Lady.     "Here,  stop!  conductor!    I  won't  take  change  for  a  five-shilling   piece 
in  half-pence — that  I  won't!    Here,  police!  conductor!  "  &c. 


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CIBBER  AND  SHAICESPEARE. 


NOTfflNG  LIKE  WARM  BATHING. 

"Hollo!    hi!    here!   somebody!    I've  turned  on  the  hot  water, 
and  I  can't  tixrn  it  off  again !  " 


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Romford  disturbs  the  dignity  of  liis  Huntsman. — From  "Mr.  Facey  Romford's  Hounds. 


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"  If  you  please,  Sir,  Master  's  sent  back  the  first 

volume,  and  he  says,  will  you  be  so  good  as 

to  let  him  'ave  the  second?  " 


Grandmamma.  "  Why,  what's  the  matter  with  my 
pet  ?  " 

Child.  "  Why,  Grandma,  after  giving  the  subject 
every  consideration,  I  have  come  to  the  conclusion  that 
— the  world  is  hollow,  and  my  doll  is  stuffed  with  saw- 
dust, so — I — should — like — if  you  please,  to  be  a 
nun!  " 


54 


MR.   VERDANT'S  FIRST  ATTEMPT  AT   BOOK- 
MAKING. 

Vcrdant's  Friend.     "  Well — as  near  as  I  can  make 
it  out — you  must  lose  £150,  and  may  lose  £'300." 
(Verdant  subsides  into  Itis  Book) 


55 


Mr.  Br — ggs  (U'f  suppress  the  Gentleman's  name  for  obvious  reasons)  thinks 
he  will  go  to  Hampton  races. 


56 


Captain  Spurrier  "  cut  down  "  by  Romford. — From  "Mr.  Facey  Romford's  Hounds.' 


57 


Disciple  of  Old  Isaac.     "  This  wouldn't  be  a  bad  place  if  the  fish  would  only  bite,  and  if  it 
wasn't  for  this  confounded  wasps'  nest." 


58 


OUR  FRIEND  BRIGGS  CONTEMPLATES  A  DAY'S  FISHING. 


59 


MR.  BRIGGS  STARTS  ON  HIS  FISfflNG  EXCURSION. 


60 


Mr.  Briggs  tries  (for  many  hours)  a  likely  place  for  a  perch.     But  upon  this  occasion  the  wind  is 
not  in  a  favourable  quarter. 


61 


MR.    BRIGGS    HAS    ANOTHER     DAY'S 
FISHING. 

He  is  so  fortunate  as  to  catch  a  large  eel. 


62 


w  /.///'///> 


TRIUMPHANT  SUCCESS  OF  MR.  BRIGGS. 

Somehow  or  other  (assisted  by  his  little  boy  Walter),  he  catches  a  jack  which,  to  use  Mr.  B's 
own  words,  flies  at  him,  and  barks  like  a  dog. 


63 


^\^^\rt^l\^-^-^' 


Mr.  B.  goes  out.     His  chief  difficulty  is,  that  every  time  he  throws  his  line — the  hooks  (of 
which  there  are  five)  will  stick  behind  in  his  jacket  and  tr-ws-rs. 


64 


Mr.  Briggs  thinks  of  running  down  the  day  after  to-morrow  to  his  friend  Haycock  for  a  day's 
shooting,  and  has  borrowed  a  dog  to  go  with  him.  For  the  ninth  time  during  the  night,  he  has  been 
disturbed  by  the  howling  of  the  animal. 


65 


Mr.   Briggs  no  sooner  returns  to  his  bed,  than 
Mrs.  Briggs  says,  "  My  dear!  there's  that 
nasty,  tiresome  dog  again!!  " 


66 


Mr.  B.  won't  have  a  man  with  him,  as  he  thinks  he 
can  manage  a  punt  by  himself;  and  the  consequence 
is,  he  is  obliged  to  go  to  bed  while  his  things  are 
dried,  having  upset  himself,  as  a  matter  of  course. 


67 


OUR  NATIONAL  DEFENCES. 

Small  Briton.  "  The  French  invade  us,  indeed!  and  what 
should  we  be  about  all  the  time? — why,  we  should  rise  like 
one  man!  " 


68 


Pi 


>4;  / 


W:. 


HOW  TO  MAKE  A  CHATELAINE  A  REAL  BLESSING  TO 
MOTHERS. 


69 


A  LATE  ARRIVAL. 

Page.     "  Fancy  ball,  Sir!    No,  Sir!    Missus's    fancy 
ball.  Sir,  were  last  Toosday,  Sir." 


70 


"  What   matter  did  it  make  to  him  how  she  rode, — confound  this  ugly  place." — From  "  Mr.  Faccy 
Romford's  Hounds." 


71 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Mistress.     "  Well,  I'm  sure;  and  pray  who  is  that?  " 

Cook.     "  Oh,  if  you  please  'm,  it's  only  my  cousin  who  has  called  just  to  show 
me  how  to  boil  a  potato." 


73 


%•;,;!-'    ,  ■     M, 


A  DUMB  WAITER. 

Old  Gentleman .  "  What  the  deuce  is  the  reason, 
Sir,  you  don't  answer  when  you  are  called?  " 

{The  reason  is  obvious.  The  poor  child  has  his 
mouth  full  of  green  peas  and  jam  (.art.) 


II    ■; 


MURDER  WILL  OUT. 

Mrs.  Smith.     "  Is  Mrs.  Brown  in?  " 
Jane.     "  No,  mem,  she's  not  at  home." 
Little  Girl.     "  Oh!  what  a  horrid  story,  Janel 
Ma's  in  the  kitchen,  helping  cook !  " 


73 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Paterfamilias.  "  I  cannot  conceive,  my  love,  what  is  the  matter  with  my 
watch;  I  think  it  must  want  cleaning." 

Pet  Child  "  Oh,  no!  Papa  dear!  I  don't  think  it  wants  cleaning,  because 
baby  and  I  had  it  washing  in  the  basin  for  ever  so  long  this  morning!  " 


74 


Rot  the  beggar,"  exclaims  Romford. — Front  "Mr.  Facey  Koinjord's  Hounds.' 


75 


MR.  BRIGGS  GROUSE  SHOOTING. 

9  A.M.,  his  arrival  on  the  moor.  Mr.  Briggs  says  that  the  fine  bracing  au- 
makes  him  so  vigorous  that  he  shall  never  be  beat.  He  also  facetiously  remarks 
that  he  is  on  "  his  native  heath,"  and  that  his  "  name  is  Macgregor!  " 

The  result  of  the  Day's  Spent  will  be  eonununieated  by  Electric  Telegraph. 


76 


GRANDMAMMA  IS  SUPPOSED  TO  HAVE  GIVEN  MASTER  TOM  SOME 

PLUMS. 

Master  Tom.     "  Now,  then,  Granny,  I've  eaten  the  plums,  and  if  you  don't 
give  me  sixpence,  I'll  swallow  the  stones!  " 


77 


NOTHING  LIKE  PRUDENCE. 

Maria  (loq).  "  My  dear  Charles,  before  we  think  of  marrying,  I  must  ask 
you  what  you  have?  " 

Charles.  "  My  dear  Maria,  I  will  tell  you  frankly  that  all  I  have  in  the  world 
is  a  drum  and  a  cricket  bat;  but  papa  has  promised  me  a  bow  and  arrows,  and 
a  pony,  if  I'm  a  good  boy." 

Maria.  "  Oh!  my  dear  Charles,  we  could  never  Uve  and  keep  house  upon 
that!  " 


78 


MR.  BRIGGS  GROUSE  SHOOTING. 

II  A.M.    Mr.  Briggs  begins  to  show  symptoms  of  distress.    He 

finds  his  "  native  heath  "  a  very  different  thing  to  his 

"  native  flagstones." 


79 


12  M.    Total  prostration  of  Mr.  Briggs. 


80 


MR.  BRIGGS  IS  OFF  AGAIN  SHOOTING. 


81 


MR.  BRIGGS  ON  THE  FIRST. 


Fortunately  for  Mr.  Briggs  (who  will  load  his  own  gun  because  then  he  knows  what  he  is  about) 
the  keeper  discovers  that  he  has  put  about  three  quarters  of  a  pound  of  shot  into  his  right-hand  barrel. 


Few  things  are  more  annoying  than  to  be  short  of  powder  when  there  is  a  chance  of  good 
sport.  Mr.  Briggs,  feeling  this,  orders  a  good  supply,  to  bang  away  at  the  pheasants  to-morrow. 
He  suggests  to  Mrs.  Briggs,  that  it  should  be  kept  under  their  bed,  to  be  out  of  the  way  of  the  children! 


83 


CONSOLATION. 


"  Not  kitched  none!    Ah!  Sir,  you  should  ha'  bin  here  last  Toosday;    there  was  two  gents,  killed  a 
uncommon  sight  a'  fish  to  be  sure,  then." 


84 


TABLEAU— REPRESENTING  MR.  BRIGGS  OUT  FOR  A  DAY'S  RABBIT-SHOOTING. 


85 


A  FRIEND  HAS  GIVEN  MR.  BRIGGS  A  DAY'S  SHOOTING. 


A  cock  pheasant  gets  up,  and  Mr.  Briggs's  impression  is,  that  a  very  large  firework 
has  been  let  off  close  to  him.     He  is  almost  frightened  to  death. 


86 


m 


Mr.  Jorrocks  (loq.).      "  Come  hup!    1  say, — you  ugly  Beast." — Fnnii  "  Handlcy  Cross. 


87 


Et^^ 

: J>^ 

X 

■^^ ;*- 

Vr 

-^-=^- 

v-^t 

T-lZ-^- 

THE  RISING  GENERATION. 

Juvenile.     "  Oh,  Charley.     If  you  hear  a  report  that  I'm  going  to  be  married 
to  that  girl  in  black,  you  can  contradict  it.     There's  nothing  in  it." 


88 


THE  RISING  GENERATION. 

Juvenile  Oxford  Man  {'cvJio  docs  not  think  Vin  Ordi- 
naire of  himself) .    "  A— were  you  at  either  University  ?  " 
AwfiU    Swell.     "  Ya-as— when  I  was  a— boy !  " 

(Oxford  man  departs  in  a  Hansom.) 


89 


THE  RISING  GENERATION. 

Jiivoiilc.  "  I  tell  you  what  it  is,  Governor,  the 
sooner  we  come  to  some  understanding  the  better. 
You  can't  expect  a  young  feller  to  be  always  at  home; 
and  if  you  don't  like  the  way  I  go  on,  why  I  must  have 
chambers,  and  so  much  a-week!  " 


90 


} 


IS 


•'?:;  i 


>  \  y. 


H^^, 


ItA'^Mjjy^ar,; 


Mr.  Jorrocks's  Lecture  on  "  'Unting." — From      llaiidlcy  Ci 


91 


e^  -    -^^   .^.^ 


THE  MORNING  AFTER  THE  DERBY. 

First  Gent.     "  Well,  Ned,  how  did  we  get  home  last  night?  " 
Second  Gent.     "  Oh,  I  don't  know!    Didn't  I  go  home  with  you?  " 


92 


A  BOAT  FOR  AN  HOUR. 

Stout  Gentleman.     "  What!    is  that  the  only 
boat  you  have  in?  " 


93 


DOG  DAYS!     PLEASANT  FOR  JOHN  THOMAS. 

Old  Lady.     "  John  Thomas !  " 

John  Thomas.     "  Yes,  my  lady!  " 

Old  Lady.     "  Carry  Esmeralda— she's  getting  tired,  poor  darling!  " 


94 


PITY  IS  AKIN  TO  LOVE. 

Boy  itoq.).     "  O  don't  I  pity  them  poor  nobs  in  carridges  this  hot  weather!  " 


95 


■"^^^^- 


A  ROMANCE  OF  ROAST  DUCKS. 

"  My  darling,  will  you  take  a  little  of  the — a — the  stuffing?  " 
"  I  will,  dear,  if  you  do;  but  if  you  don't,  I  won't." 


96 


Mr.  Jorrocks's  Bath. — From  "  Handley  Cross." 


97 


THE  RISING  GENERATION. 

Jttvcmle.     "  Uncle!  " 

Uncle.  "  Now  then,  what  is  it?  This  is  the  fourth  time  you've 
woke  me  up,  Sir!  " 

Juvenile.  "  Oh!  just  put  a  few  coals  on  the  fire,  and  pass  the 
wine,  that's  a  good  old  chap." 


98 


DELICATE. 

'Bus  Condiictor.     "  Would  any  lady  be  so  kind  as  to 
ride  outside  to  oblige  a  gentleman?  " 


99 


MR.   BRIGGS  HAS  BACKED  HIMSELF  TO  RIDE  A  STEEPLE  CHASE   AGAINST  HIS  FRIEND 
MUFFINS,  OF  THE  ST     K  EXCH— NGE.     HE  IS  GOING  ROUND  THE  COURSE 
JUST  TO  LOOK  AT  THE  JUMPS. 

Spectator  (to  Mr.  B.).     "  Oh  no,  Sir! — This  ain't  the  big  one.     The  big  one  is  after  you  get  out 
of  the  lane,  and  afore  you  come  to  the  brook!  " 


100 


Mr.  Briggs  is  weighed,  of  course. 


His  friends  recommend  him  a  little  jumping 
powder. 


MR.  BRIGGS  RIDES  HIS  MATCH 


101 


Here  he  takes  a  preliminary  canter,  and  puts  his  horse  at  a  flight 
of  hurdles. 


And  gets  over  very  cleverly. 


103 


Some  time  after  the  start,  Mr.  Briggs 
goes  on  the  wrong  side  of  the  flag,  and 
is  obliged  to  go  back,  which,  as  the 
ground  is  rather  heavy,  "  takes  it  out 
of  old  Blunderbuss  considerably." 


Who,  in  consequence,  makes  a  mistake  at  the  next 
fence. 


103 


However,  Mr.  Briggs  is  not  hurt;  and,  after  some  exertion 
re-mounts. 


Mr.  Briggs,  as  he  appeared  coming 
to  the  brook.  In  the  distance  may 
be  observed  his  opponent,  who  has  a 
nasty  fall,  but  fortunately  tumbles 
on  his  head. 


104 


Mr.  Briggs,  as  he  appeared  in  the  brook. 


105 


As    he    appeared    when    he 
came  out  of  the  brook. 


Portrait  of  Mr.  Briggs  winning  the  race.       N.B.    The 
dense  crowd  is  cheering  him. 


106 


The  kill,  on  the  Cat  &  Custard  Pot  Day. — From  "Haiidlcy  Cross." 


107 


RATHER  A  BAD  LOOK-OUT. 

Voting  Sister.     "  I  should  so  like  to  go  to  a  party,  Ma." 
Mamma.     "  My  dear,  don't  be  ridiculous.     As  I  have  told  you  before  (I 
am  sure  a  hundred  and  fifty  times),  that  until  Flora  is  married,  it  is  utterly 
impossible  for  you  to  go  out;    so  do  not  allude  to  the  subject  again,  I  beg." 


108 


-K?»- 


INTERESTING. 


"  I  have  called,  Mr.  Squills,  to  say  that  my  darhng  Uttle 

dog  (!)  has  taken  all  his  mixture,  but  his  cough 

is  no  better." 


109 


PRESENTATION  OF  COLOURS  TO  THE  BROOK-GREEN  VOL^JNTEER. 


110 


I'f^g 


~\\   |.  }'-.-. 'Xr,i   -^rp^' 


THE  BROOK-GREEN  VOLUNTEER  FORMS  HIMSELF  INTO  A  SQUARE,  AND  RESISTS  A  CHARGE 

OF  CAVALRY. 


Ill 


':h 


THE  BROOK-GREEN  VOLUNTEER. 

Having  a  cold  in  his  head,  resorts  to  an  ingenious  method  of  preserving  his  health  without  deserting 

his  post. 


113 


-^^~v. 


THE  BROOK-GREEN  VOLUNTEER. 


Having  cured  his  cold  with  rum-and-water,  resolves  not  to  go  home  "  till  day-Ught  does  appear."     He  assures  the 

poUceman  that  "  It's  all  right." 


113 


A  LEFT-HANDED  COMPLIMENT. 

Bootmaki'r  (with  great  feeling).  "  Oh  no,  Sir!  don't 
have  Napoleons;  have  tops,  Sir! — yours  is  a  beautiful  leg  for 
a  top  boot,  Sir! — (young  Nimrod  is  immensely  pleased) — 
beautiful   leg,   Sir!   same   size   all   the   way    down.    Sir!  " — 

{young  Nimrod  is  immensely  disgusted). 


114 


"  Mind  the  Bull." — From  '■  Handlcy  Cross." 


115 


"ISX- 


i^^iiStifc^ 


THE  GREAT  DERBY  RACE  FOR  EIGHTEEN  HUNDRED  AND  FIFTY- 


ONE. 


116 


CROWDED  STATE  OF  LODGING  HOUSES. 

Lodging-house  Keeper.      "  On'y  this  room  to  let,  Mem.     A  four  post — a  tent 
-and  a  very  comfortable  double-bedded  chest  of  drawers  for  the  young  gentle- 


117 


A  PRODIGIOUS  NUISANCE. 


Learned  (but  otherwise  Jiii^hlv  objectionable)  Child  {loq.)       "Oh,  Mamma,  dear!  what 

do  you  think?     I  asked  Mr.  — ^  and  Miss  to  name  some  of  the  remarkable  events 

from  the  year  700  to  the  year  600  b  c,  and  they  couldn't.  But  /  can — and — the  second 
Messenian  War  commenced;  and — the  poet  Tyrtaeus  flourished;  Byzantium  was  founded 
by  the  inhabitants  of  Megara;  Draco  gave  laws  to  Athens;  Terpander  of  Lesbos,  the 
musician  and  poet;    Thales  of  Miletus,  the  philosopher;    Alcsus  and  Sappho,  the  poets, 

flourished  ;  and  Nebuchadnez " 

{Sensation  from  right  and  left,  during  which  the  voice  of  Child  is  happily  drowned.) 

118 


THE  OPERA. 

Box-Kcepcr.     "  Stalls  216  and  17,  this  way,  Ma'am;    last  row,  Ma'am. 
Won't  you  like  a  book,  Ma'am?  " 


119 


COMPARATIVE   LOVE. 

Papa.  "  So,  Charley,  you  really  are  in  love  with  the 
little  black-eyed  girl  you  met  last  night?  " 

Charley.     "  Yes,  Papa,  I  love  her  dearly!  " 

Papa.  "  How  much  do  you  love  her,  Charley?  Do  you 
love  her  as  much  as  pudding?  " 

Charley.  "  Oh  yes.  Papa!  and  a  great  deal  better  than 
pudding.  But — {pausing  to  reflect) — I  don't  love — her  so 
much  as — jelly!  " 


130 


"■ft 


Pigg  in  the  Melon  Frame. — From  "Handlcy  Cross. 


121 


BITTER  SARCASM. 


123 


>  ni  I 


ALARMING  OCCURRENCE. 

Chorus  of  Unprotected  Females.     "Conductor!   Stop!   Conductor!   Omnibus-man!  Here's  a  gentleman 
had  an  accident  and  broke  a  jar  of  leeches,  and  they're  all  over  the  omnibus!  " 


123 


SCENE,  WESTMINSTER  BRIDGE.—TIME,  TWO  ON 
A  FOGGY  MORNING. 

Reduced  Tradesman  {to  a  little  party  returning  home). 
"  Did  you  want  to  buy  a  good  razor?  " 


134 


GOING  TO  COVER. 

Voice  in  the  distance.     "  Now,  then,  Smith — come  along!  " 

Smith.      "  Oh,  it's  all  very  well  to  say,  come  along!    When  he  won't  move  a  step;  and  I'm  afraid  he's 
going  to  lie  down." 


125 


mr^:r^~^^^^m^.^^'m 


THE  PIC-NIC. 

Contented  Man  {loq.)  "  What  a  nice  damp  place  we  have  secured;  and  how  very  fortuiiate  we 
are  in  the  weather;  it  would  have  been  so  provoking  for  us  aU  to  have  brought  our  umbrellas  and  then 
to  have  had  a  fine  day!  !     Glass  of  wine,  Briggs,  eh?  " 


136 


^!;ic4^N.V' 


~->^^ 


RATHER  SEVERE. 
"  Shall  I  'old  your  'orse,  Sir?  " 


137 


VERY  CONSIDERATE. 

Affable  Little  Gcntlciuan.  "  Dear,  oh  dear!  how  it 
rains!  I'm  afraid  you'll  get  very  wet — can  I  offer  you 
a  great  coat  or  anything  ?  " 


188 


The  Foreign  Prince  distinguishes  himself. — From  "  Plain  or  Kinglets.' 


129 


On  and  atter  the  first  of  January  there  will  be  a  great  improvement  in  the  manners  of  cab  and 

omnibus  drivers. 


%,-:, 
«..' 


•Oif-j 


MANNERS  MAKE  THE  MAN. 

Omnibus  Driver.     "  I  beg  you  a  thousand  pardons,  I  am  sure." 

Cabman.     "  Oli,  pray  don't  mention  it.     It's  of  no  consequence,  believe  me!  " 


130 


A  BRITISH  RUFFIAN. 

Lady.     "  If  you  are  not  satisfied  with  what  I  have  given  you,  there's  a 
gentleman  here  who  will  settle  with  you." 

Cabman.     "  No,  there  u/n'i/   there  ain't   no  gcntlanan  herei  " 
Lady.     "  I  tell  you  there  is.     There  is  a  gentleman  in  this  house." 
Cabman.     "  Oh,  no,  there  ain't,  not  ij  he  belongs  to  yoiil  " 


131 


FILLING  UP  THE  CENSUS  PAPER. 


Wife  of  his  bosom.     "  Upon  my  word,  Mr.  Peewitt!      Is  this  the  way  you  fill  up  your 
census?     So  you  call  yourself  the  '  head  of  the  family  ' — do  you — and  me  a  female !  " 


THE  RISING  GENERATION. 

Old  Gcntlctnau.  "  Well,  Walter,  I  suppose  you  have  got  into  Latin  and 
Greek  at  school  by  this  time,  eh?  " 

Juvenile.  "  Oh,  yes.  Sir,  I  have  just  finished  Xenophon  and  Thucidides, 
and  am  now  in  Euripides.  By  the  way.  Sir,  how  would  you  render  the 
passage  beginning  ManrZi  nsizpaHTai  Trai^rax')  ?" 

(Hd  Gentleman.  "Ahem!  Hey? — What?— Ahem!  here,  Ruggles,  bring 
another  bottle  of  claret,  and — eh?  what?  Walter,  I  think  you  had  better  join 
the  ladies." 


133 


PLEASANT! 

Ncrooiis  Gentleman.  "  Don't  you  think,  Robert,  going  so  fast  down  hill  is  very  hkely  to  make 
the  horse  fall?  " 

Robert.  "  Lor  bless  yer — no  Sir!  I  never  throwed  a  oss  down  in  my  life,  'xcept  once,  and  that 
■was  one  frosty  moonlight  night  (just  such  a  night  as  this  it  was),  as  I  was  a-drivin'  a  gent  (as  might 
be  you)  from  the  station,  when  I  throwed  down  this  werry  oss  in  this  werry  identical  place." 


134 


REWARD  OF  MERIT. 

Ragged  Urchin.     "  Please,  give  Dad  a  short  pipe." 

Barman.     "  Can't  do  it.     Don't  know  him." 

Ragged  Urchin.      "  Why,  he  gets  drunk  here  every  Saturda}' 

night." 

Barman.       "Oh!    does  he,  my   Uttle  dear?     Then   'ere's  a 

nice  long  'un,  with  a  bit  of  wax  at  the  end." 


135 


^^i--r^^ 


ALARMING. 

Hairdresser.     "They  say,  Sir,  the  cholera's  in  the  //air.  Sir!  " 

Gent.,  very  iineasy.  "  Indeed!  Ahem!  Then  I  hope  you  are  very  particular  about  the  brushes 
you  use." 

Hairdresser.  "  Oh!  I  see  you  don't  //understand  me.  Sir.  I  don't  mean  the  'air  of  the  'ed, 
but  the  /lair  lioi  the  //atmosphere  ■  " 


136 


fc.^j-- 


.v-.-^-.-^kS^SS^*"*^"-'!^ 


The  Jug  and  his  Juvenile  Field. — From  ••['lain  or  Kinglets." 


137 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Domestic  {soliloqiiising).  "Well!  I'm  sure  Missus  had  better  give  this  new 
bonnet  to  me,  instead  of  sticking  such  a  young-looking  thing  upon  her  old 
shoulders."        {The   iiiipudoit   minx   has   inuiicdiatc  li'aniing.) 


138 


i.:'''*^£iki,Mr;:\l!iri^l^ 


^^^mm 


'^!yi~^^.,^i)^.:f^ 


FOX  STEALS  AWAY  FROM  THE  COVER;    BEARDED  FOREIGNER  OF  DISTINCTION 

IMMEDIATELY  GIVES  CHASE. 

Whipper-in  (ivith  excitement,  loquitur).  "  'Old  'ard,  there!  'old  'ard!  where  are  you  a-gallop- 
ing  to?     Do  you  think  you  can  catch  a  fox?  " 

Foreigner  of  Distijietion  {ivith  great  glee).  "  I  do  not  know,  mon  ami;  but  I  will  trai — I  will 
trail  " 


139 


TRUE  RESPECTABILITY. 

First  Costcrmongcr.  "  I  wonder  a  respectable  cove  like  you,  Bill,  carries  your  own  colly- 
flowers!     Why  don't  yer  keep  a  carridge  like  mine?" 

Scco)id  Costcrmongcr.  "  Why  don't  I  keep  a  carridge?  Why,  because  I  don't  choose  to 
waste  my  hincum  in  mere  show  and  fashionable  display !  " 


140 


WALTONIANS.  —SCENE.— ROOM  IN  COUNTRY-HOUSE.— BREAKFAST-TIME. 


Master  Tom       "  Oh,  Robert!  " 

Robert.     "Yes,  Sir!" 

Master  Tom.  "  Oh,  I  say,  Robert!  The  ladies  want  me  to  take  'em  out  fishing  to-day,  so  just 
tell  young  Evans  I  shall  want  him  *o  jro  with  me  to  get  some  wasp  grubs;  and — look  here!  Tell  the 
gardener  he  must  get  me  some  large  lobworms  directly,  and  a  few  small  frogs,  as  perhaps  we  shall  try 
for  a  jack.  And — hi!  Robert,  tell  him  to  send  'em  in  here,  that  I  may  see  whether  they're  the  right 
sort!  "  {General  E.xelamation  of  "Nasty  Monkey  !"  from  the  Ladies.  Old  Gentleman  being  rather  deaf 
wishes  MASTER  tom's  remarks  repeated.) 

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I'l  N 


IPI^^l^l 


PERFECT  SINCERITY;  OR,  THINKINGS  ALOUD. 

AlamiiM.  "  You  are  a  disagreeable  old  bachelor,  and  generally  hate  children^ 
I  know — but  isn't  dear  little  Wormwood  a  fine,  noble  little  fellow!  " 

Old  Gent.  "  Well,  if  you  want  my  candid  opinion,  I  may  as  well  tell  you  at 
once — that  I  think  him  the  most  detestable  little  beast  1  ever  saw — and  if  you 
imagine  I  am  going  to  leave  him  anything  because  you  have  named  him  after  me, 
you  are  mightily  mistaken." 


142 


Groom.     "That's  another  favourite  oss  of  master's,  Sir,  and  a  good  un  he  is,  too.  Sir,  only  he  ain't  very  quiet." 
Mr.  Green.     "  Oh,  how  do  you  mean — '  Not  very  quiet?  '  " 

Groom.     "  Why,  Sir,  he'd  get  you  up  in  a  corner  and  kick  yer  brains  out  in  no  time.     He's  a'most  killed  two 
men  already." 


143 


PERFECT  SINCERITY;  OR,  THINKINGS  ALOUD. 

"  Are  you  going?  " 

"  Why,  ye-es.  The  fact  is,  that  your  party  is  so 
slow,  and  I  am  weally  so  infernally  bored,  that  I  shall 
go  somewhere  and  smoke  a  quiet  cigar." 

"  Well,  good  night.  As  you  are  by  no  means 
handsome,  a  great  puppy,  and  not  in  the  least  amus- 
ing, I  think  it's  the  best  thing  you  can  do." 

144 


STREET  DIALOGUE. 

First  Boy.     "  I'll  punch  yer 

ed,  if  yer  say  much." 

Second     Boy.         "  Who  '11 

punch  my  ed?  " 

First  Boy.     "  I  will." 
Second  Boy.      "  You  will?  ' 
First  Boy.     "  Yes,  /  will. " 
Second  Boy.      "Well!— Do 

it." 

First  Boy.     "Ah!" 
Second  Boy.     "Yes!" 
First  Boy.     "  Oh!  " 

{Boys  evaporate). 


Mr.  Sponge  is  introduced  to  "  Ercles." — From  "  Mr.  Sponge's  Spoiinit;  Totir: 


145 


NO  DOUBT. 

"  Now  I  dare  say,  Bill,  that  air  beast  of  a  dog  is  a  good  deal  more  petted  than  you 

or  I  should  be." 


146 


THE  GENTLE  CRAFT. 

Contemplative  Ma>i  {in  piint).     "  I  don't  so  much  care  about  the  sport,  it's  the  dehcious 
repose  I  enjoy  so." 


147 


X-   - 


i.i^    0'' 


A  PLEASANT  STATE  OF  THINGS. 
Piscator  {at  the  top  oj  his  voice).     "  Hi — Tom!     Bring  the  landing-net;  he's  pulled  me  in,  and  got  round  a  post." 


148 


SPORTING  INTELLIGENCE.— (FROM  OUR  OWN  CORRESPONDENT.) 
"  The  country  is  awfully  deep,  but  the  falling  is  delightfully  soft  and  safe." 


149 


■'-r^^-  -■--■-!■''  '""'i-K^-^ 


COMING  TO  THE  POINT. 

Lm'cr.  "  Sweet  girl,  let  me — here — away  from  the  busy  hum  of  men — and  where  no  mortal  eye  can  see  us — 
declare  that  passion  which — which " 

Ladv.  "  There!  for  goodness'  sake  get  up,  Mr.  Tomkins,  and  don't  be  ridiculous  —just  consider  all  the  tele- 
scopes from  the  parade ! !  " 


150 


AWFUL  SCENE  ON  THE  CHAIN  PIER,  BRIGHTON. 

yhtrscmaid.       "Lawk!    there    goes    Charley,   and    he's    took    his    Mar's 
paraic'.     What  will  Missus  say?  " 


151 


SPORTING  EXTRAORDINARY— THE  OLD  DOG  POINTS  CAPITALLY. 

I  tell  yer  what  it  is,  Sam!  if  this  fool  of  a  dog  is  going  to  stand  still  like  this  here  in  every  field  he  comes  to, 
we  may  as  well  shut  up  shop,  for  we  shan't  find  no  partridges." 


152 


""^%.:-^ 


One  of  Multum  in  Parvo's  "  going  "  days. — From  '•  Mr.  Sponge's  Sportiin;  Tour." 


153 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Head  of  the  Fatnilv  "For  what  we  are  going  to  receive,  make  us 
truly  thankful. — Hem!   cold  mutton  again!  " 

Wife  of  his  Bttssitm.  "  And  a  very  good  dinner  too,  Alexander.  Some- 
body must  be  economical.  People  can't  expect  to  have  Richmond  and 
Greenwich  dinners  out  of  the  httle  housekeeping  money  I  have." 


154 


ROOM  FOR  IMPROVEMENT. 

Dealer.     "  There.     He  ain't  a  'orse  made  up  for  sale.     He'll  go  on  im- 
provin'  every  day  you  keep  him — he  will." 


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FLUNKEIANA. 

Coachiiian.     "  Why — what's  the  mat- 
ter, John  Thomas?  " 

Footman.  "  Matter  enuff!  here's  the 
Marchioness  bin  an  giv  me  notice  be- 
cause I  don't  match  Joseph,— and  I  Serioiis  Flnnkcy.  "  I  should  require,  Madam,  forty  pounds  a  year,  two 
must  go,  unless  I  can  get  my  fat  down  suits  of  clothes,  two  'ats,  meat  and  hale  three  times  a  day,  and  piety  hin- 
in  a  week!  "                                                       dispensable." 

150 


FLUNKEIAKA. 


=^:ri^j^r^"-- 


GROUNDLESS  ALARM. 

Equestrian.     "  Now,  boy,  don't  you  be  taking  off  your  hat  to  make  me  a  bow- 
you'U  frighten  my  horse." 

Boy.     "A — A — A  warn't  a-going  to!  " 


157 


A  WATERING-PLACE  YARN. 

Youths.     "  Then,  I  suppose,  when  you  were  a  smuggler,  you  used  to  have  reg'lar  combats  and  fights!  " 

Boatman.  "  Combats  and  Fights!  Lor  love  yer,  we  wos  a'most  always  at  it.  Once  in  partickler  I  call  to 
mind.  There  was  me  and  Bill  Boker  (Black  Bill  we  had  used  to  call  him)  and  four  more  had  just  run  a 
cargo — (middle  of  the  night  it  wos,  and  so  uncommon  dark  you  couldn't  see  an  inch  afore  yer) — had  just  run  a 
cargo  of  'Ollands  and  pocket  handkerchers — when  we  see  about  a  hundred  yards  from  where  we  wos — a-comin' 
down  the  clift — the  Coast  Guard!  Well!  without  saying  a  word,  blowed  if  they  didn't  up  pieces  and  let  fly  right  at 
us.  We  fired  agin — and — dear  eyes!  p'raps  the  bullets  warn't  flying  about  neither!  It  wos  desprit  wurk — we 
wos  fightin'  'most  all  night!  " 

}'ouths.     "  Lor!  and  which  won?  " 

Boatman.  "Oh — we  won!  But  we  wos  wounded  awful!  Bill  Boker  wos  shot  in  the  leg  and  in  the 
harm — so  wos  Jim  Jawley — and  I  had  three  balls  through  my  head  and  two  in  the  stummuck  (wich  I  feel  'em 
now  sometimes  in  the  winter  I  do),  besides  bein'  run  through  with  a  cutlass,  and  all  my  front  teeth  knocked  out 
by  the  Perwentive  man's  telescope,  wich  luckily  shut  up  or  there's  no  knowin'  wot  might  'a  bin  the  consequence. 
Ah!    there  it'Oi  goins  on  then.     But  lor,  it  ain't  nothin'  like  it  now!  "  (Youths    arc    deeply    impressed.) 

158 


'''•''^^i^iiife&.^. 


FLUNKEIANA. — Enter  Thomas,  ivho  gives  waniiiii^. 

Gentleman.  "  Oh,  certainly!  you  can  go,  of  course;  but,  as  you  have  been  with  me  for  nine  years,  I 
should  like  to  know  the  reason." 

Thomas.  "  Why,  Sir,  it's  my  jeelins.  You  used  always  to  read  prayers.  Sir,  yourself — and  since  Miss 
Wilkins  has  been  here,  she's  bin  a-reading  of  'em.  Now,  I  can't  bemean  myself  by  sayin'  '  Amen  '  to  a 
guv'ness." 


159 


FLUNKEIANA. 

Master  of  the  Hcnise.  "  Now,  pray  what  is  it  you  complain  of?  Is  not  a  roast  leg  of  mutton,  with  plenty 
of  pudding,  vegetables,  and  beer,  a  substantial  dinner  enough  for  you?  " 

Fhinkcy.  "  Oh!  substantial  enough,  no  doubt,  Sir;  but  it  really  is  a  qnizzcen  that — aw — me  and  the 
other  gentlemen  has  not  bin  accustomed  to.     It's  very  corse — very  corse  indeed,  Sir!  !  " 


160 


■••f^.  ''"■■■^^:'r'r>^^^ 


Mi.  Sponge  completely  scatters  his  Lordship. — From  "  Mr.  Sponge's  Sporting  Tour." 


161 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Wife  {imtcJi  startled).     "  Good  gracious,  Reginald!   what  are  you  doing  with  that  gun?  " 
Reginald  (ivlio  is  very  joiid  of  shooting).     "  Hush!    hush!    my  dear — I've  killed  two!" 
Wife.     "My  goodness!  Two  what? — thieves?" 

Reginald.      "  No,  dear.     Two  of  those  confounded  rabbits  that  are  always  eating  the  verbena! 
There,  go  to  sleep,  darling — I'll  have  another  directly." 


1G3 


THE  LITTLE  DINNER  PARTY. 
Boy.     "  Oh!  If  you  please  'm — cook's  very  sorry  'm — but  could  she  speak  to  you  a  moment?  " 


163 


DOMESTIC  BLISS. 

Wife  of  your  Bussiim^  "Oh,  I  don't  want  to  interrupt  you,  dear.  I 
only  want  some  money  for  baby's  socks — and  to  know  whether  you  will 
have  the  mutton  cold  or  hashed." 


104 


FLUNKEIANA. 

Fliiukcy.  "  I  beg  your  pardon,  Sir — but  there  is  one  thing  I  should  like  to  mention  at  once.  1  am 
afraid — a — that  I  am  expected  to  clean  the  boots." 

Gciitlciiian.  "Bless  me!  oh  dear,  no!  there  must  be  some  mistake  ;  I  always  clean  them  myself — 
and  if  you  will  leave  your  shoes  outside  your  door,  I  will  give  them  a  polish  at  the  same  time." 


165 


I'XUNKEIANA. 

SCENE     A  PUBLIC-HOUSE  BURY  ST.  EDMUND'S,  AFTER  THE  DINNER  GIVEN  BY  THE 
MAYOR  OF  BURY  TO  THE  LORD  MAYOR  OF  LONDON. 

Country  Footman  meekly  inqiiircs  of  London  Footman.  "  Pray,  Sir,  what  do  you  think  of  our 
town?     A  nice  place,  ain't  it?  " 

London  Footman,  condcsccndini^ly.  "  Veil,  Joseph,  I  likes  your  town  well  enough.  It's  clean; 
your  streets  are  hairy;  and  you've  lots  of  rewins.  But  I  don't  like  your  champagne;  it's  all 
gewsberry." 


166 


sporting  Man  {loquitur).     "  I  say,  Charles — that's  a  promising  little  filly  along  o'  that  bay-haired 
woman  who's  talking  to  the  black-cob-looking  man!  " 


167 


Country  Friend  to  Sporting  Gent  from  Toivn.       "  Well,  Jack,  I  told  you  we  should  have  a  capital  day. 

You  see  the  frost  is  quite  gone." 


168 


4S'   ^^ 

Mr.  Jogglfbury  Ciuvvdcy  with  his  dog  and  his  gun. — I'iodi  "  Mr.  Sponge's  Sporting  Tour. 


169 


FLUNKEIANA. 

Ladv.  "  You  wish  to  leave — really  it's  very  inconvenient.  Pray — have  you  any  reason  to  be 
dissatisfied  with  your  place?  " 

FliDikcy.  "  Oh,  dear  no,  Ma'am — not  dissatisfied  exactly;  but — a — the  fact  is,  Ma'am,  you 
don't  keep  no  wehicle,  and  I  find  I  miss  my  carriage  exercise." 


170 


A  SELL. 

Enter  SPORTING  youth  who  has  lost  the  Iiounds. 

Yoitth.     "  Seen  the  hounds  go  through  here,  Pikey?  " 

Pikey.      "  E-as,  a  have  — tuppense !"  ( \  'oittli  pays  the  twopence  and  i^aliops  on  ) 

A  lapse  of  twenty  minutes  is  supposed  to  have  taken  place,  ivhcn 

171 


Rc-cntcr  SPORTING  YOUTH. 

Youth  {in  a  high  state  of  excitement).      "  Why,  confound  you!     I  thought  you  told 
me  you  had  seen  the  hounds  go  through  here?  " 
Pikey.     "  E-as,  so  a  did;  seed  'em  yesterday!  " 


173 


L'  IIU''  'i  U  \i  \J  I  hi  jji  I!  V  )1 


—     — -  1  \ 

THE  AGRICULTURAL  DISTRESS  DODGE. 

Beggar.     "  Did  you  get  the  lamb's  fry?  " 
His  Child.     "  All  right." 

Beggar.     "  Well,  now,  run  home  and  tell  yer  mother 
not  to  boil  the  sparrergrass  till  I  come." 


173 


EXCESSIVELY  POLITE. 

Well-bred  Man.     "  Your  horse  seems  a  little  impatient,  Sir!    Pray  go  first." 


174 


FLUNKEIANA. 

Gentleman.  "Sixty  pounds  a  year!!  Why,  man, 
are  you  aware  that  such  a  sum  is  more  than  is  fre- 
quently given  to  a  curate?  " 

Flu  nkcy.  "  Oh,  yes.  Sir ;  but  then  you  would 
hardly,  I  hope,  go  for  to  compare  me  with  the  hinferior 
order  of  clergy." 


175 


FLUNKEIANA. 

Old  Gciit.  "  Thomas,  I  have  always  placed  the  greatest  confidence  in 
you.  Now  tell  me,  Thomas,  how  is  it  that  my  butcher's  bills  are  so  large, 
and  that  I  always  have  such  bad  dinners?  " 

Tlioinas.  "  Really,  Sir,  I  don't  know,  for  I  am  sure  we  never  have 
anything  nice  in  the  kitchen  that  we  don't  always  send  some  of  it  up  into  the 
parlour!  " 


176 


$^'r<\m-/^^<-,^.m 


^w^" 


Lucy  Glitters  showing  tiie  way.    -i'loitt    '  Mr.  bpoiigc's  Sporting  Tour. 


177 


HUNTING  MEMORANDUM.— APPEARANCE  OF  THINGS  IN  GENERAL  TO  A 
GENTLEMAN  WHO  HAS  JUST  TURNED  A  COMPLETE  SOMERSAULT!! 

*  &c.  &c.  represent  sparks  of  divers  beautiful  colours. 


178 


SNOW-FLAKES.— No.   i. 


SNOW-FLAKES.— No.  2. 


Street    Boy    {to    liis    uatiimi  ciiciiiy.   the   PoUeeiiuiii).  Street  Boy.     "  Hoh!  soosanner!  don't  yer  cry  for  me! 

"  Snowballs,  Sir!  No,  Sir,  I  haven't  seen  no  one  throw      fol  de  rol  de  riddle  lol.     Here's  a  jolly  sUde.     Cut  away 
no  snowballs.  Sir!  "  young 'un.     It's  all  serene!  " 


179 


THE  BIRTHDAY. 

Cousin  Emily.  "  And  so  it's  little  Alfred's  birthday 
to-morrow.     Now,  what  would  he  like  best  for  a  present?  " 

Alfred  {after  much  reflection).  "  Why,  I  think  I  should 
like  a — I  should  like  a  Testament — and — a^a — and — oh, 
/  know!  I  should  Uke  a  squirt!!  " 


180 


DISCERNMENT. 


Clc^'cr  Child.     "  Oh!  do  look  here,  Mamma  dear,  such  a  funny  thing!     Mr. 
Boker  s  got  another  forehead  at  the  back  of  his  head."        (Boker  /.  delighted.) 


181 


A  FALSE  POSITION. 

Individual  {who  is  not  over  strong  m  his  head,  or  firm 
on  his  legs).  "D-d-d-d-id  waltzing — ever — malie — you — 
giddy?  Because,  I — shall — be — happy — to — sit — down — 
whenever — you're — tired !  " 

Girl  (icho  is  in  high  dancing  condition).  "  Oh,  dear,  no 
— I  could  waltz  all  night!  " 


183 


E  TCLMltllCES 


'  //    _^\  \S     l|  I  I  h    \\    111  |l    EVt     10  WRTHS 


THE  CONSCIENTIOUS  STABLE-KEEPER. 

Gent  {who  meditates  a  ride).     "  Hallo!  why,  confound  it.     That's  my  saddle  horse,  isn't  it?  " 
Fly-Man.     "Yes,  Sir!    it's  all  right;    Master  says  you're  werry  particular  about  'avin  of  'im 
exercised  regular — so  we  puts  'im  into  the  broom  when  you  ain't  out  a  ridin'  !  " 


183 


A  HACK  FOR  THE  DAY. 

Stable-Kecpcr  {to  little  Gent)      "  Set  to  kicking,  and  then  bolted  into  a  shop!  did  he,  now?      Ah! 
he  always  was  a  light-'arted  'oss." 


184 


GONE  AWAY! 

Old  Coachman.     "  Now  Miss  Ellen!     Miss  Ellen!     You  know  what  your  Pa  said!     You  was  to  take  the 
greatest  care  of  Jerry." 

Miss  Ellen.      "  So  I  will  Robert!  and  that's  why  I  'm  taking  him  off  the  nasty  hard  road,  poor  thing!  " 


185 


A  PICTURE. 

Showing  what  Master  Tom  did  af-ter  see-ing  a  pan-to-mime — but  you  would  not  do  so — oh  dear  no!- 

because  you  are  a  good  boy.  i 


180 


SON  AND  HEIR. 

Son  and  Heir.      "  How  many  of  us  are  there?     Why,  if  you  count  the  girls,  there  are  six — but 

some  people  don't  count  the  girls. —  I'm  one." 


187 


A  CAUTION  TO  LITTLE  BOYS  AT  A  FESTIVE  SEASON. 

Mamma.  "  Why,  my  dearest  Albert,  what  are  you  crying  for?— so  good,  too,  as  you 
have  been  all  day!  " 

Spoiled  Little  Boy.  "  Boo-hoo!  I've  eaten  so — much  be-ef  and  t-turkey,  that  I  can't 
eat  any  p-plum  p-p-pudding!  '■  [Oh,  what  a  very  greedy  little  fellow. 


188 


Ru^glcs.     "  Hold  hard,  Master  George  -  it's  too  wide,  and  uncommon  deep! 
Master  George.     "  All  right,  Ruggles !     We  can  both  swim !  " 


189 


A  PLAYFUL  CREATURE. 
Cabby.     "  Don't  be  alarmed,  Sir,  it's  only  his  play." 


190 


A  SKETCH  OF  CHARACTER  BY  PROFESSOR  MILKANSOP, 
THE  CELEBRATED  GRAPHIOLOGIST. 

Gcnilciiia)!  (reads).  "'Intelligent;  strong  religious  feel- 
ings! fond  of  little  children;  loves  music,  poetry,  and  the  fine 
arts;  is  reluctant  to  take  offence,  generous,  and  forgiving.' — 
Well,  I'm  blowed,  if  that  ain't  wonderful;  why,  it's  my 
karactur  to  a  T!  " 


191 


'•^u:- 


DISTWESSING— VEWY. 


A'.  42.     "  Did  you  call  the  police,  Sir?  " 
Swell  {who  would  perish  rather  than  disturb  his  shirt 
collar)      "  Ya — as,  a — I've  had  the  misfortune  to  dwop 
my  umbrellaw,  and  there  isn't  a  boy  within  a  mile  to 
pick  it  up — a — will  you  have  the  goodness?  " 


192 


ALARMING  SYMPTOMS  AFTER  EATING  BOILED  BEEF 
AND  GOOSEBERRY  PIE. 

Little  Boy.     "  Oh,  lor,  mar,  I  feel  just  exactly  as  if  my  jacket 
was  buttoned." 


193 


V»rl 


VERY  LOW  PEOPLE. 

Purveyor  of  Poiiltrv  "  What  sort  o'  people  are  they  at 
number  twelve,  Jack?  " 

Piiri'cyor  of  Meat.  "Oh!  a  rubbishin'  lot.  Leg  o'  mutton 
a'  Mondays,  and  'ash  an'  cold  meat  the  rest  o'  the  week." 


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ADVICE  GRATIS. 


Ellen.  "Oh,  don't  tease  me  to-day,  Charley;  I'm 
not  at  all  well!  " 

Charley  (a  Man  of  the  World).  "  I  tell  you  what  it  is, 
cousin — the  fact  is,  you  are  in  love!  Now,  you  take 
the  advice  of  a  fellow  who  has  seen  a  good  deal  of  that 
sort  of  thing,  and  don't  give  way  to  it!  " 

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